I have long walked around life with headphones on. A defining moment in life was Christmas of my tenth year on the planet. I got a Walkman, complete with New Kids on the Block and Paula Abdul cassette tapes. Yep! I was a sucker for Jonathan Knight. (And I was 10 years old!)
Getting that Walkman was like light shining down on me. I was hooked. And every day since I’ve donned headphones at one time or another. I carry a pair in my bag, a pair in my car and keep a pair in my desk drawer at work. I just get so much done and focus when I’m pumping the music into my head.
And so, since I have this little habit, this is how most mornings go at my house:
As soon as I can, the headphones go on and I go about my business. Which includes dressing. (This can be a challenge but I’m a seasoned pro by now.) The thing that I’ve noticed is that if I’m listening to music, my outfit for the day is completely influenced by what I was listening to when I was contemplating my closet and drawers. This past Saturday is a perfect example. Every Saturday I have this ritual in which I watch all of the new music videos I can find and go on a music listening spree that can last for hours. One artist always leads to another. (If Brian gets involved, this can turn into an all day event.)
When I was a teenager I was enamored with Nirvana and by Nirvana I mean Kurt Cobain. And since this biography named “Montage of Heck” is coming out my phone has been lighting up. Apparently I liked him so much that people remember this factoid 20 years later. Anyway, this lead me into a total re-visit of the music of my teenage years. Started with Nirvana, went into Tad, the Melvins, Bad Religion, Garbage, early No Doubt, Bikini Kill, Babes in Toyland, L7, and wrapped up with the Lunachicks. During this time I was getting ready to go and felt pulled towards this vintage pink button down dress I have. I was thinking about my “kinderwhore” phase. (If you were a teenage girl in the 1990’s, you know what I’m talking about.) All of the slips, cardigans, babydoll dresses, vintage dresses, mary janes, Doc Martens. I loved these women and I loved this look because they were all red lips, messy hair and pure strength.
Since I am not 15 years old anymore, I thought that I would see if I could somehow polish this old standby up. I added a pair of zippered snake skin wedges and a cropped lightweight sweater. Honestly I didn’t realize at the time that the line detail in the sweater coincides with the design of the shoe. (I’m already thinking of ways to pair these two again.) I think both pieces play off of the rose pattern nicely. I also straightened my hair because it was doing the “I’m going to be half curly, half straight, wavy inbetween and drive you insane” thing that it does. I think the straightened hair keeps the look mature. Not too shabby. I liked it. I felt feminine and like a grown up version of the girl roaming the streets of the great northwest.
So even though my musical tastes have matured and I went from NKOTB to Nirvana, which I feel is a natural procession for any late 80’s kid, I’m glad that with a little tweaking and musical inspiration I can relive my roots.
Just in case you’re interested in checking them out, here are the top three songs from my listening party:
The Passenger: Lunachicks
Pretend We’re Dead: L7
He’s My Thing: Babes in Toyland